Something lost…

trips to see grandchildren, family and friends

hugs

plane rides to Europe

trails to explore without face coverings

movies on the big screen

smiling faces

coffee with friends

going to school

attending live concerts

regular Mass attendance day or weekend

art classes in person

eating out

dressing up


Some things to be REALLY GRATEFUL for…

clean air

blue skies

clear, clean rivers and streams

time to write what’s in my heart

hikes every weekend

a home

running water

Zoom and Duo

heat and air conditioning

a garden

art day

karaoke night

movie night

a good book

photographs, paper, pen, pencil, scissors and glue

mending strained relationships

putting life into perspective

having employment

working with loving individuals

the colours green, blue and pink

yoga

clean laundry

enough food to eat and share

art in all its forms

Hugs

from someone you love

Gratitude for …..

Blue Skies and Stone Treasures

Gratitude for what’s been and what’s now is…

Interesting how the positives weigh out the negatives

Europe in a few Snaps

Where was love when the light went out?

Where does love go when the light goes out? A question he asked once as a young man in his 60’s . He doesn’t remember asking these days. However, the question is a good one and has remained with me. How to answer this? Love is always present within every human being I believe. For some, a place in the dark could also represent a place of silence, loneliness, or the sound of mental chatter grinding away while one wishes for a lover’s embrace.

As a child, I recall needing two doors left wide open, and a nightlight on at all times in order to feel safe enough to close my eyes and attempt to go to sleep. Where was love in this dark twin bed on the third floor of Macon Avenue?

Why was light the only key to my safety?

Where was love when this light went out?

~ Anita Adams 2/4/2019

When love calls…

how to answer… with abandon … with caution… with heart wide open… love loves... hurts have torn me to the bone… cored my heart out like one cores out an apple, made me bleed tears and shook me like a coconut tree, left me on a road alone, abandoned with no one to call, feeling naked and afraid,

love calls … like the warmth of the sun when you least expect it, standing alone on the beach, feet in the sand, treasures abound…  the sound of pure love…  unmistakable… it’s more than a sound.. it’s an unexpected encounter with another,

love calls … and our love is  ignited, visible only to us and others who share a deep connection to heart love, a permeable light fills our hearts, mends any residual damage, restores us to a state of wholeness,  and sets our hearts ablaze with a light so bright…it glows and knows without words, that we exist…the ones that love…the ones who believe…the ones who have grieved losses… that love conquers and prevails all trials and tribulations … our hearts opens wide, and what’s left is love’s light

 

Sand Stars

Love Light like stars twinkling in the sand

Love

can be …Mom Hug Betty and Steve 2015

euphoria,

longingness, belonging,

physical, heart centered,

familial, natural,

joyous, sad,

bearable, unbearable,

heard, understood,

misunderstood, raw,

vulnerable, tender,

truthful, hurtful,

void, empty,

here and gone,

a hug or a smile through another’s eyes,

I believe it will ALWAYS come back to where it belongs – your heart – my heart – our souls – our homes.

© Anita Adams 2018

 

Kindness …

Max Patch Family Love

Never to be underestimated.

Those who are kind, do so out of this special place in their heart.

I’ve met a few people in my life, and recognize the difference between genuine love given (kindness) from those seeking something in return for a favor done.

The difference is this…

… no expectation of a gift of any kind in return. Friendship remains intact and conversations and interactions continue to carry with them their natural rhythm, playfulness, joy, sorrow, triumphs, losses and love.

I’ve given to many people in my lifetime without remembering who or what, and upon occasion, one of these persons will come back to me and say, ‘Hey, thanks again, just wanted to give this back to you.’ I look at them and say, I don’t remember giving this to you. It makes me feel good to give without expectation of something in return. Occasionally, when I can get away with it and have a few extra dollars, I will buy the persons coffee behind me in the coffee line, or bring someone flowers to someone who isn’t expecting anything but my presence. It’s a gift of love and kindness.

May the year ahead be full of unexpected gifts at an unexpected time.

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© Anita Adams 2018

Getting through it

Adams Family circa 1966

How does one get through it

from the beginning as a child, helpless and homeless

with love and tenderness

questions and falls

How does one get through it

from teenage years, believing the knowledge learned is all that’s needed to survive

bad decisions, determination, and a decision  to survive, not die

How does one get through it

with faith, prayer, friends and an inner longingness to answer one’s call

©Anita Adams 2017